Fic: CCTV, Various, R
Title: CCTV.
Author: Corona
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: 15
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Owen, Tosh/Gwen, Ianto/Tosh
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: Jack gets the CCTV fixed, Jack watches the CCTV
Notes: Comment, critique, knit me an orange hat...
Spoilers: None
Jack had learned that it was never a good idea to get things fixed by an alien species that knew nothing about your culture. He'd made Ianto write down a list of complex reasons why it was a bad idea, Ianto had promptly filed it somewhere, so Jack rather suspected he'd never see it again. Something about voiding the guarantees and the fact that they never read the manuals, hell some of them ate the manuals.
Sometimes you wanted something done in a hurry, and no matter how well connected you were with various secret organisations there was always a list, and if you weren't at the top of it there wasn't any chance of you getting serviced straight away.
Jack had to stop for a moment and consider exactly what advantages being serviced by an entire technical department held, then he had to stop for a fraction longer because his brain got stuck on the word 'serviced' and went off in random directions.
Torchwood had, in the past, perhaps...maybe abused their ability to get to the top of the list at a moments notice. Which, among other things had led to the first batch of spiders from the CIA. Now the people that wrote the list weren't quite as willing to bump Torchwood up anymore.
So when the CCTV went down for the eighth time Jack caved. Because the cameras were non-negotiable. They needed the cameras, he needed the cameras. Hell they wouldn't notice half the stuff that went on around here without them. You couldn't even get out of the sub basement without someone guiding you via their complex network down there, which was pushing two hundred by now.
So he'd called someone on the other list, the list that technically he should probably only be using in emergencies.
The next day a small, neat man who didn't look like an alien at all, and who could easily have passed for someone's uncle, showed up. He didn't eat anything that Jack noticed, but he made noises, poked things, added a few new bits and pieces, wrote some complicated software, and then left.
He'd cost a fortune but all the cameras worked, the time delay was gone, the audio was crisp and lovely, and flexible enough to cope with a ton of ranges, they had variable speeds and the resolution was so good you could count the synapses firing through someone's iris.
Jack spent the next hour playing with the whole system, learning how the zoom worked, fiddling with the X-ray, ultraviolet and infrared viewpoints.
In fact the only one that didn't do anything sudden and obvious when it was clicked was the 'Master Viewpoint' option.
But it only seemed sensible that the cameras should be fixed in to whatever Jack wanted to see at the time, surely. He turned it on, went to see if Ianto had made fresh coffee.
***
On his fifth coffee of the day he thought he had a handle on his paperwork and he had finally placed the tune he'd been humming in his head for the past two hours. No one has been eaten by aliens and they haven't received any desperate phone calls, suspect photographs or diseases in the mail. This therefore counts as a good day.
He was still a bit surprised though when the next time he looked up from reading, it was to see Gwen leaning over and giggling into Tosh's hair. A few degrees past friendly, and Tosh didn't seem to mind at all, she was smiling and her typing has slowed to what was, for her, a crawl.
"You smell lovely." Gwen said quietly and it drifted through the speakers, echoing round Jack's office with a certain laden intent.
"I smell like coffee." Tosh said equally quietly, she was biting her lip.
"No you don't, you smell...god I can't place it, it's beautiful though." Gwen leant over a little more, pulled a section of hair out of the way so she could kiss the side of Tosh's neck.
"Especially on you. " Tosh made a quiet noise and tilted her head, not just permission but plea.
Jack blinked at the screen.
When had this happened exactly? Because normally these two gave off personal cues that a blind, alien pygmy could have read.
Gwen's hand was now sliding between the open buttons of Tosh's shirt, mouth trailing along Tosh's cheek, leaving her glasses crooked and her hands stuttering on the keys. Jack could see Gwen's wrist straining against the fabric and Tosh has given up on typing all together, shoving the keyboard out of the way and just leaning back in the chair. It's easy for Gwen to slide her other arm round Tosh's waist because the chairs are narrower at the bottom.
Jack can't hear the short whispered words, but Tosh inhales sharply, and doesn't resist when Gwen tugs her up with a hand, pulls her towards the back of the hub, storage and resources.
Jack follows them from camera to camera, until they stop and press together in the much dimmer light of storeroom fifteen. Their kisses are not teasing now, they are serious, full and open mouthed. Every shift and slide tells Jack that this is not a new developement. Because both of them have a vulnerability about them but it's not evident here, they're relaxed, intent, they smile in the short moments when they break apart and they hold each other like they know how, like it's something they just do.
But this is new and different to Jack, played out while he watches. They know there are security logs for all the cameras after all. There are more insidious forms of control in the universe than anyone could name and watching has always been a part of what Jack does.
Still, it's not entirely due to protection and Jack would admit it to anyone who asked. It's beautiful and delicious, it's like watching art play out right in front of him. Until they're just a canvas of skin, tangling and untangling before his eyes. Long moments of connection intense enough to make him ache. Jack knows them, he likes to think he knows them well, and this feels like a flicker of rebellion. He can't look away, he doesn't even try.
His coffee very slowly goes cold perched against his desk.
***
Gwen brought Jack lunch an hour later, smiling and being helpful without him having to ask. She was calm and relaxed but that seemed to be all. It was like it never happened, and if it is a secret it is indeed a very well kept one.
He watches Gwen and Tosh on seperate cameras while he eats half a sandwich. Tosh is translating the text on the side of some armour, and Gwen is looking through missing persons for a woman who disappeared in nineteen thirty six.
Ianto wanders past Tosh's workstation, leaving a mug of coffee behind in a way that's both attentive and efficient at the same time. Tosh, at least, says thank you. Jack lets the cameras follow Ianto instead, he might return to the mystery later. Jack doesn't believe in demanding all the answers straight away, or in giving them.
Ianto wanders into medical, and it's unlikely Owen will say thank you but this isn't entirely surprising, mostly just because he has no manners. Jack starts eating the rest of his sandwich.
Ianto puts the coffee down on one of the long pale sides, bends down enough to peer at whatever Owen was doing on the computer, and Jack rather suspects they've aired some of the problems they had with each other because there is no vitriol in the body language of either of them.
In fact there was a good deal of personal space violation, especially when Owen turns his head and says something pretty much right into Ianto's ear.
"You think so?" Ianto's voice came out of the speaker, smooth and lovely, and Owen gave a short laugh. Jack picked up his sandwich, scrolled down a page on his computer.
But his eyes were drawn sideways a second later by movement. Ianto's hands were wrapped round the collar of Owen's shirt and were pulling and Jack could hear material tearing over the speakers. A button snapped free and ended up on the floor, then two and Ianto lifted one of his hands and dug it in Owen's hair, dragging his head round far enough to snatch a kiss
All the inside fell out of Jack's sandwich.
Ianto leant all the way over Owen's shoulder, far enough to tug his belt buckle open, he doesn't let it go though, just pulls the whole thing free in a series of angry tugs.
"Open your legs." Ianto's voice is soft but there's a flicker of something fierce under his bland expression that Jack is certain he has never seen before.
"No," Owen was all teeth and bright eyes under the camera.
"Do as you're told." Ianto said sharply, and a yank of hair made Owen hiss and spread his thighs.
All that remained of Jack's sandwich ended up in his lap..
Twice in one day? Was there something in the air? Because he hadn't noticed, and you'd think he'd be the first one to notice something in the air that made you want to have sex... though on second thoughts, no, he probably wouldn't.
It was either that or everyone was doing this on purpose, because they all knew how widespread the camera network was. You couldn't have sex anywhere in the base without your best moments being caught from at least three angles.
He'd had nothing to do with that, no matter what everyone thought.
So everyone knew about the cameras, and everyone knew him well enough to know he'd watch, doing this was like giving him tacit 'permission' to watch. He checked the chemical scans of the air, just in case it was some sort of pheromone, or virus. He even checked audio and radiation tables just to make sure...nothing, absolutely nothing.
Ianto was whispering into Owen's ear now, hand not still between his thighs but clearly shifting, and Owen dropped a hand and wrapped it round Ianto's wrist, hissed something back, but Ianto just smiled and whispered something else. Jack made a face and fiddled with the volume, trying to catch what was making Owen gasp like a drowning man, but all he caught was...
"...unless you like it like that." Then Owen groaned, and it was so loud all the speakers reverberated, and possibly the walls too, and Jack had to turn the volume all the way down again.
The next few minutes were a confused struggle of arms and clothes. The first wrestling with intent and fury the second strewn across the cold room to decorate every surface. Owen's shirt is in two pieces and he's only wearing one of them. Then Ianto slams him into the autopsy table hard enough to make it shake.
The next few minutes after that pretty much flash-fry themselves into Jack's memory.
Twenty minutes later he's got his head on the desk and he's staring at the remains of his sandwich all over his keyboard and the floor, and his lap.
He's a little worried by the fact that he is in no fit state to go out and save the world, should something apocalyptic actually occur
***
An hour later Jack was resolutely not watching the cameras, for fear that he'd be driven insane by the random pornography his ungrateful employees were determined to make him suffer through.
"Coffee sir?" Ianto had appeared in the doorway like some sort of efficiently lovely ghost.
Jack stared at him, Ianto, as always, looked serenly calm. Giving absolutely no indication that not an hour ago he'd been giving Owen a brief, brutal lesson in dominance, and Jack looked, he really did. He watched for so much as a twitch, or a flutter of body language, or any sort of reaction in his eyes. There was absolutely nothing.
Ianto raised his own coffee, drank some of it, gave Jack a peculiar look.
"Are you alright, you look...flushed?" Jack took a step, wrapped a hand round Ianto's coffee and removed it, put it down on the desk somewhere, slightly harder than he'd intended, making it slosh and dribble all over the files.
"God you are so...you do these things on purpose, I'm going to end up insane-" He had to wrap his hands round Ianto's waist, had to kiss him hard enough that he stumbled back into the wall, and then it was more than easy to just pin him there.
He didn't give him time to speak, barely gave him time to breathe. But the noises he made into Jack's mouth suggested he didn't mind. God, he didn't even smell like Owen, didn't smell like anything but Ianto, and Jack had to dig material out of his slacks until he could slide his fingers under the shirt and lay them on skin.
***
A short while later and Ianto was still looking at him funny, like he was the one that might be insane.
Considering Ianto was only wearing a shirt, and surrounded by files covered in enough coffee spills that they now resembled an enormous Rorscach picture, this was saying a lot.
"Did I miss something?" Ianto asked quietly. "You're not possesed again are you sir?"
"No I'm not possessed," Jack said slowly. "I can see you you know."
"Indeed you can." Ianto was still giving him that look. "Doing what exactly?" Jack gave up because Ianto looked so beautifully rumpled, and his mouth was still a lovely friction red at the edges. Jack didn't want to annoy him or be accused of harbouring an unhealthy attachment to the security cameras again.
"Are you sure nothing's wrong?" Jack nodded, mustered an expression of calm authority, which he could accomplish naked because he had confidence...and also because he looked fantastic naked.
"Because I really should." Ianto made a sweeping gesture which managed to convey the sentence 'get dressed, make some more coffee and do some work' perfectly.
"Everything's fine." Jack said, though he wasn't entirely sure it was, wasn't sure at all. He was also starting to get a very strange feeling about all of this. Still he managed to keep his relaxed expression while Ianto re-buttoned his shirt and retrieved his trousers from on top of the computer. Ianto dressed like he did everything else, with maximum efficiency, even if one of the buttons on his shirt was missing, he made sure his jacket hung in a way that disguised it.
He tugged himself presentable again.
"Are you sure-"
"Yes, I'm fine."
The door shut behind him. Jack sat very still for a good five minutes, then started pulling his clothes on. He should get some work done today after all.
***
Nothing strange happened, Jack checked the cameras numerous times, almost tense enough to start randomly zooming in on everyone's facial expressions and using the thermal view to check people's reactions just to be sure.
He wasn't getting anything done, not work anyway. He was definitely making progress on the whole 'going quietly insane front' though.
Ianto brought round more coffee at four o'clock and Jack managed to look relaxed and carefree at his desk, though he may have scrutinised Ianto's face perhaps a little too closely. He'd have to remember to pretend to be doing employee evaluations later. Though he suspected Ianto would then probably be cross that he'd had sex with him in the middle of the fake evaluations without telling him first.
Still the coffee was hot and it was almost enough to have him relaxing back into his chair. His employees were all working, well Ianto was still serving coffee. Currently setting a mug down on Tosh's desk while Gwen and Owen were off somewhere doing something...Jack wasn't going to find them with the cameras for fear that he'd end up with a keyboard full of coffee.
He watched Ianto set Tosh's coffee down, shuffle through a selection of files she must have asked for. Nothing out of the ordinary yet, he took a sip of coffee.
Then he watched Ianto take hold of Tosh's wrist and pin it to the desk. Before pressing close enough that she gasped. Ianto slid one long leg between her thighs and Tosh didn't protest, just tipped her head back until Ianto caught it in his other hand, hair falling between the gaps.
Then she said something so incredibly filthy that Jack sprayed coffee all over the monitor.
Tosh bent her head forward again, shower of hair briefly hiding her face, while Ianto dug both hands under the the hem of her skirt and started dragging it up her thighs.
Jack made a noise which he would, under no circumstances, admit was a squeak.
He hadn't bothered turning the speakers down so every single tiny noise was bouncing off of the walls and it was only when his breath fogged up the screen that he realised he'd been gradually leaning further and further forward.
His chair was making very worrying noises suggesting he was going to end up on the floor.
His phone went, and he was very tempted to ignore it.
This he knew was another warning sign.
"Jack?"
"Tosh?!" He looked from the monitor to his phone, monitor, phone, monitor-
"Jack I can't find the file on Elaine Baker, Ianto hasn't seen it, do you have it?"
It was not Tosh on the monitor talking, because she was occupied and she'd probably been raised to be polite enough to never talk with her mouth full."
"Jack? Jack are you there?"
"Yes! Yes, I have the file, I'll drop it by after lunch ok?"
"Thank you, Jack." The connection cut off, and Jack was left staring at the CCTV with an expression somewhere between dawning realisation and betrayal.
Also there was still cold coffee trailing it's way down a large portion of the equipment.
***
'Master Viewpoint'
An option that allowed you to see whatever you wanted to see.
Jack stared at the button for a very long time, twice he touched it, but didn't press it. Then he swore, put his hands in his pockets, and paced a bit more.
He drank three cups of coffee, he was tempted to throw the fourth all over the damn thing.
This wasn't fair, this was like giving free candy to a child, not in any way fair, bastard tease of a CCTV network.
"I can't do my job while you're doing this!" He snapped at the camera network, which cheerfully showed him random pictures of the hub, as if teasing him into admiring the loveliness it could produce.
Clearly the villain this time was the dark recesses of his own mind, and he wasn't sure he could defeat that. Once he turned it off, he couldn't switch it back on again. It was too much of a temptation, too much of a temptation for him.
He paced all the way round the office, then all the way round the office again.
Then he leant over the monitor, and the bank of cameras and turned the 'Master Viewpoint' off.
Author: Corona
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: 15
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Owen, Tosh/Gwen, Ianto/Tosh
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: Jack gets the CCTV fixed, Jack watches the CCTV
Notes: Comment, critique, knit me an orange hat...
Spoilers: None
Jack had learned that it was never a good idea to get things fixed by an alien species that knew nothing about your culture. He'd made Ianto write down a list of complex reasons why it was a bad idea, Ianto had promptly filed it somewhere, so Jack rather suspected he'd never see it again. Something about voiding the guarantees and the fact that they never read the manuals, hell some of them ate the manuals.
Sometimes you wanted something done in a hurry, and no matter how well connected you were with various secret organisations there was always a list, and if you weren't at the top of it there wasn't any chance of you getting serviced straight away.
Jack had to stop for a moment and consider exactly what advantages being serviced by an entire technical department held, then he had to stop for a fraction longer because his brain got stuck on the word 'serviced' and went off in random directions.
Torchwood had, in the past, perhaps...maybe abused their ability to get to the top of the list at a moments notice. Which, among other things had led to the first batch of spiders from the CIA. Now the people that wrote the list weren't quite as willing to bump Torchwood up anymore.
So when the CCTV went down for the eighth time Jack caved. Because the cameras were non-negotiable. They needed the cameras, he needed the cameras. Hell they wouldn't notice half the stuff that went on around here without them. You couldn't even get out of the sub basement without someone guiding you via their complex network down there, which was pushing two hundred by now.
So he'd called someone on the other list, the list that technically he should probably only be using in emergencies.
The next day a small, neat man who didn't look like an alien at all, and who could easily have passed for someone's uncle, showed up. He didn't eat anything that Jack noticed, but he made noises, poked things, added a few new bits and pieces, wrote some complicated software, and then left.
He'd cost a fortune but all the cameras worked, the time delay was gone, the audio was crisp and lovely, and flexible enough to cope with a ton of ranges, they had variable speeds and the resolution was so good you could count the synapses firing through someone's iris.
Jack spent the next hour playing with the whole system, learning how the zoom worked, fiddling with the X-ray, ultraviolet and infrared viewpoints.
In fact the only one that didn't do anything sudden and obvious when it was clicked was the 'Master Viewpoint' option.
But it only seemed sensible that the cameras should be fixed in to whatever Jack wanted to see at the time, surely. He turned it on, went to see if Ianto had made fresh coffee.
***
On his fifth coffee of the day he thought he had a handle on his paperwork and he had finally placed the tune he'd been humming in his head for the past two hours. No one has been eaten by aliens and they haven't received any desperate phone calls, suspect photographs or diseases in the mail. This therefore counts as a good day.
He was still a bit surprised though when the next time he looked up from reading, it was to see Gwen leaning over and giggling into Tosh's hair. A few degrees past friendly, and Tosh didn't seem to mind at all, she was smiling and her typing has slowed to what was, for her, a crawl.
"You smell lovely." Gwen said quietly and it drifted through the speakers, echoing round Jack's office with a certain laden intent.
"I smell like coffee." Tosh said equally quietly, she was biting her lip.
"No you don't, you smell...god I can't place it, it's beautiful though." Gwen leant over a little more, pulled a section of hair out of the way so she could kiss the side of Tosh's neck.
"Especially on you. " Tosh made a quiet noise and tilted her head, not just permission but plea.
Jack blinked at the screen.
When had this happened exactly? Because normally these two gave off personal cues that a blind, alien pygmy could have read.
Gwen's hand was now sliding between the open buttons of Tosh's shirt, mouth trailing along Tosh's cheek, leaving her glasses crooked and her hands stuttering on the keys. Jack could see Gwen's wrist straining against the fabric and Tosh has given up on typing all together, shoving the keyboard out of the way and just leaning back in the chair. It's easy for Gwen to slide her other arm round Tosh's waist because the chairs are narrower at the bottom.
Jack can't hear the short whispered words, but Tosh inhales sharply, and doesn't resist when Gwen tugs her up with a hand, pulls her towards the back of the hub, storage and resources.
Jack follows them from camera to camera, until they stop and press together in the much dimmer light of storeroom fifteen. Their kisses are not teasing now, they are serious, full and open mouthed. Every shift and slide tells Jack that this is not a new developement. Because both of them have a vulnerability about them but it's not evident here, they're relaxed, intent, they smile in the short moments when they break apart and they hold each other like they know how, like it's something they just do.
But this is new and different to Jack, played out while he watches. They know there are security logs for all the cameras after all. There are more insidious forms of control in the universe than anyone could name and watching has always been a part of what Jack does.
Still, it's not entirely due to protection and Jack would admit it to anyone who asked. It's beautiful and delicious, it's like watching art play out right in front of him. Until they're just a canvas of skin, tangling and untangling before his eyes. Long moments of connection intense enough to make him ache. Jack knows them, he likes to think he knows them well, and this feels like a flicker of rebellion. He can't look away, he doesn't even try.
His coffee very slowly goes cold perched against his desk.
***
Gwen brought Jack lunch an hour later, smiling and being helpful without him having to ask. She was calm and relaxed but that seemed to be all. It was like it never happened, and if it is a secret it is indeed a very well kept one.
He watches Gwen and Tosh on seperate cameras while he eats half a sandwich. Tosh is translating the text on the side of some armour, and Gwen is looking through missing persons for a woman who disappeared in nineteen thirty six.
Ianto wanders past Tosh's workstation, leaving a mug of coffee behind in a way that's both attentive and efficient at the same time. Tosh, at least, says thank you. Jack lets the cameras follow Ianto instead, he might return to the mystery later. Jack doesn't believe in demanding all the answers straight away, or in giving them.
Ianto wanders into medical, and it's unlikely Owen will say thank you but this isn't entirely surprising, mostly just because he has no manners. Jack starts eating the rest of his sandwich.
Ianto puts the coffee down on one of the long pale sides, bends down enough to peer at whatever Owen was doing on the computer, and Jack rather suspects they've aired some of the problems they had with each other because there is no vitriol in the body language of either of them.
In fact there was a good deal of personal space violation, especially when Owen turns his head and says something pretty much right into Ianto's ear.
"You think so?" Ianto's voice came out of the speaker, smooth and lovely, and Owen gave a short laugh. Jack picked up his sandwich, scrolled down a page on his computer.
But his eyes were drawn sideways a second later by movement. Ianto's hands were wrapped round the collar of Owen's shirt and were pulling and Jack could hear material tearing over the speakers. A button snapped free and ended up on the floor, then two and Ianto lifted one of his hands and dug it in Owen's hair, dragging his head round far enough to snatch a kiss
All the inside fell out of Jack's sandwich.
Ianto leant all the way over Owen's shoulder, far enough to tug his belt buckle open, he doesn't let it go though, just pulls the whole thing free in a series of angry tugs.
"Open your legs." Ianto's voice is soft but there's a flicker of something fierce under his bland expression that Jack is certain he has never seen before.
"No," Owen was all teeth and bright eyes under the camera.
"Do as you're told." Ianto said sharply, and a yank of hair made Owen hiss and spread his thighs.
All that remained of Jack's sandwich ended up in his lap..
Twice in one day? Was there something in the air? Because he hadn't noticed, and you'd think he'd be the first one to notice something in the air that made you want to have sex... though on second thoughts, no, he probably wouldn't.
It was either that or everyone was doing this on purpose, because they all knew how widespread the camera network was. You couldn't have sex anywhere in the base without your best moments being caught from at least three angles.
He'd had nothing to do with that, no matter what everyone thought.
So everyone knew about the cameras, and everyone knew him well enough to know he'd watch, doing this was like giving him tacit 'permission' to watch. He checked the chemical scans of the air, just in case it was some sort of pheromone, or virus. He even checked audio and radiation tables just to make sure...nothing, absolutely nothing.
Ianto was whispering into Owen's ear now, hand not still between his thighs but clearly shifting, and Owen dropped a hand and wrapped it round Ianto's wrist, hissed something back, but Ianto just smiled and whispered something else. Jack made a face and fiddled with the volume, trying to catch what was making Owen gasp like a drowning man, but all he caught was...
"...unless you like it like that." Then Owen groaned, and it was so loud all the speakers reverberated, and possibly the walls too, and Jack had to turn the volume all the way down again.
The next few minutes were a confused struggle of arms and clothes. The first wrestling with intent and fury the second strewn across the cold room to decorate every surface. Owen's shirt is in two pieces and he's only wearing one of them. Then Ianto slams him into the autopsy table hard enough to make it shake.
The next few minutes after that pretty much flash-fry themselves into Jack's memory.
Twenty minutes later he's got his head on the desk and he's staring at the remains of his sandwich all over his keyboard and the floor, and his lap.
He's a little worried by the fact that he is in no fit state to go out and save the world, should something apocalyptic actually occur
***
An hour later Jack was resolutely not watching the cameras, for fear that he'd be driven insane by the random pornography his ungrateful employees were determined to make him suffer through.
"Coffee sir?" Ianto had appeared in the doorway like some sort of efficiently lovely ghost.
Jack stared at him, Ianto, as always, looked serenly calm. Giving absolutely no indication that not an hour ago he'd been giving Owen a brief, brutal lesson in dominance, and Jack looked, he really did. He watched for so much as a twitch, or a flutter of body language, or any sort of reaction in his eyes. There was absolutely nothing.
Ianto raised his own coffee, drank some of it, gave Jack a peculiar look.
"Are you alright, you look...flushed?" Jack took a step, wrapped a hand round Ianto's coffee and removed it, put it down on the desk somewhere, slightly harder than he'd intended, making it slosh and dribble all over the files.
"God you are so...you do these things on purpose, I'm going to end up insane-" He had to wrap his hands round Ianto's waist, had to kiss him hard enough that he stumbled back into the wall, and then it was more than easy to just pin him there.
He didn't give him time to speak, barely gave him time to breathe. But the noises he made into Jack's mouth suggested he didn't mind. God, he didn't even smell like Owen, didn't smell like anything but Ianto, and Jack had to dig material out of his slacks until he could slide his fingers under the shirt and lay them on skin.
***
A short while later and Ianto was still looking at him funny, like he was the one that might be insane.
Considering Ianto was only wearing a shirt, and surrounded by files covered in enough coffee spills that they now resembled an enormous Rorscach picture, this was saying a lot.
"Did I miss something?" Ianto asked quietly. "You're not possesed again are you sir?"
"No I'm not possessed," Jack said slowly. "I can see you you know."
"Indeed you can." Ianto was still giving him that look. "Doing what exactly?" Jack gave up because Ianto looked so beautifully rumpled, and his mouth was still a lovely friction red at the edges. Jack didn't want to annoy him or be accused of harbouring an unhealthy attachment to the security cameras again.
"Are you sure nothing's wrong?" Jack nodded, mustered an expression of calm authority, which he could accomplish naked because he had confidence...and also because he looked fantastic naked.
"Because I really should." Ianto made a sweeping gesture which managed to convey the sentence 'get dressed, make some more coffee and do some work' perfectly.
"Everything's fine." Jack said, though he wasn't entirely sure it was, wasn't sure at all. He was also starting to get a very strange feeling about all of this. Still he managed to keep his relaxed expression while Ianto re-buttoned his shirt and retrieved his trousers from on top of the computer. Ianto dressed like he did everything else, with maximum efficiency, even if one of the buttons on his shirt was missing, he made sure his jacket hung in a way that disguised it.
He tugged himself presentable again.
"Are you sure-"
"Yes, I'm fine."
The door shut behind him. Jack sat very still for a good five minutes, then started pulling his clothes on. He should get some work done today after all.
***
Nothing strange happened, Jack checked the cameras numerous times, almost tense enough to start randomly zooming in on everyone's facial expressions and using the thermal view to check people's reactions just to be sure.
He wasn't getting anything done, not work anyway. He was definitely making progress on the whole 'going quietly insane front' though.
Ianto brought round more coffee at four o'clock and Jack managed to look relaxed and carefree at his desk, though he may have scrutinised Ianto's face perhaps a little too closely. He'd have to remember to pretend to be doing employee evaluations later. Though he suspected Ianto would then probably be cross that he'd had sex with him in the middle of the fake evaluations without telling him first.
Still the coffee was hot and it was almost enough to have him relaxing back into his chair. His employees were all working, well Ianto was still serving coffee. Currently setting a mug down on Tosh's desk while Gwen and Owen were off somewhere doing something...Jack wasn't going to find them with the cameras for fear that he'd end up with a keyboard full of coffee.
He watched Ianto set Tosh's coffee down, shuffle through a selection of files she must have asked for. Nothing out of the ordinary yet, he took a sip of coffee.
Then he watched Ianto take hold of Tosh's wrist and pin it to the desk. Before pressing close enough that she gasped. Ianto slid one long leg between her thighs and Tosh didn't protest, just tipped her head back until Ianto caught it in his other hand, hair falling between the gaps.
Then she said something so incredibly filthy that Jack sprayed coffee all over the monitor.
Tosh bent her head forward again, shower of hair briefly hiding her face, while Ianto dug both hands under the the hem of her skirt and started dragging it up her thighs.
Jack made a noise which he would, under no circumstances, admit was a squeak.
He hadn't bothered turning the speakers down so every single tiny noise was bouncing off of the walls and it was only when his breath fogged up the screen that he realised he'd been gradually leaning further and further forward.
His chair was making very worrying noises suggesting he was going to end up on the floor.
His phone went, and he was very tempted to ignore it.
This he knew was another warning sign.
"Jack?"
"Tosh?!" He looked from the monitor to his phone, monitor, phone, monitor-
"Jack I can't find the file on Elaine Baker, Ianto hasn't seen it, do you have it?"
It was not Tosh on the monitor talking, because she was occupied and she'd probably been raised to be polite enough to never talk with her mouth full."
"Jack? Jack are you there?"
"Yes! Yes, I have the file, I'll drop it by after lunch ok?"
"Thank you, Jack." The connection cut off, and Jack was left staring at the CCTV with an expression somewhere between dawning realisation and betrayal.
Also there was still cold coffee trailing it's way down a large portion of the equipment.
***
'Master Viewpoint'
An option that allowed you to see whatever you wanted to see.
Jack stared at the button for a very long time, twice he touched it, but didn't press it. Then he swore, put his hands in his pockets, and paced a bit more.
He drank three cups of coffee, he was tempted to throw the fourth all over the damn thing.
This wasn't fair, this was like giving free candy to a child, not in any way fair, bastard tease of a CCTV network.
"I can't do my job while you're doing this!" He snapped at the camera network, which cheerfully showed him random pictures of the hub, as if teasing him into admiring the loveliness it could produce.
Clearly the villain this time was the dark recesses of his own mind, and he wasn't sure he could defeat that. Once he turned it off, he couldn't switch it back on again. It was too much of a temptation, too much of a temptation for him.
He paced all the way round the office, then all the way round the office again.
Then he leant over the monitor, and the bank of cameras and turned the 'Master Viewpoint' off.